HER NOTEBOOKS Lyrics

My name's all over her notebooks

My name's all over her notebooks

My name's all over her notebooks

Manhattan on my breath

Got pussy on my lips

Groovy little baby feeling wavy with me

J's up in the old El Camino

You in that brand new Miata

I kill a lot of the lala, then take her back to the casa

While I'm

Smelling like loud

Rainy days coming so we up and fly south

And my name's all over her notebooks

Nihilism like tats that she wearing

Fuck her like I hate her while I hold her by the larynx

And other small abuses

I know she'll never love me

I don't know

Fuck it though

Add her to the pantheon of muses

Music be the means or I'm dying

Diamonds on deserted islands and

They'll never find us city kids

She licks sriracha off her fingertips

Kisses got me feverish,

I'm high and we don't trip

But man,

I'm smelling like loud

Transatlantic, now we're using umlauts

And my name's all over her notebooks

My name's all over her notebooks

Whiskey in my tumbler

Suicidal Tumblrs

I fuck her whenever I wanna

Touch down, then we right up in the air again

Strawberry and cream

Our safety words are Sumerian

The kush is Moroccan

Her attitude is Osakan

Nights in Nihon

We drinking sake with ramen

And we don't talk about our problems

Why talk about that shit when we could cause them?

I'm smelling like loud

All the words that we'll never write down

Lost in the sounds all around us

But my name's all over her notebooks

All over em